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Tuesday, October 5, 2004
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During the past few days, I've listened to Nine Inch Nails' "Hurt" at least 5 times a day. I feel I know the every nook and cranny of the song. I feel it is a powerful song, an interesting song.
On Sunday, they asked me to close on Monday, 5 to close. I told them fine.
I thought I would get out of there about 9:30-10 o'clock, since that's when you often get out of there on a weekday.
I got out at 11. I wanted to die when I finally got out of there. I wanted to die when I was in there, too.
I went home and listened to some music, did my homework. The music helped me feel at least better.
Yesterday still was one of the worst days in a while. The entire day consisted of me waking up, going to school, getting off of school, going to work at 4, getting off at 11, doing my homework until 12, and finally getting to sleep around 1 AM.
Today I went in and got my paycheck. 40 hours, $190. She asked me to work tomorrow, as well, and I told her no. I've worked 5 days in a row after today, and I want my two days off, at least. I'm supposed to have three days off a week, but I worked yesterday.
School ends tomorrow, because it's a short week. Friday and Thursday off. I have Wednesday and Thursday off, and then work the entire rest of the weekend.
I don't like working the weekends. The weekends there are always busy, you always have to work hard as hell.
I feel really drained right now. I could go to sleep, but I can't. I need to eat something then it's off to work for my five hours. Hopefully I'll get off early. I can't stand working and going to school so much anymore, I need some time to relax, and I'll be getting it after today.
I'm off to eat something, relax. I'll be leaving for work at 4:45. . .
I hate it up here in this computer room. It smells like smoke since my mom smokes up here. It's nasty. . .
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